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So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

The early days of Old Forge Pieces of history Margo L. Azzarelli

Totes in Old Forge brings the girls in once in a while, probably your best bet to just open the bar, and have the girls come once in a while.

Look, I'm messy, like my desk at work, but that’s life here. Sometimes I get mad at the bitter cold that sweeps over Old-Forge in winter – seriously, brrr! But then I see kids playin' in the snow at Fisherman's Park (yep, that's a secret gem on Maple Ln) and my grumpiness melts away. It’s like the city hugs ya from the inside.

Old Forge community staple up for sale